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    Killaz reflect the destiny of the village
    So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage
    See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain
    Yea but from here on out its hoof the mare the bare footed urchin
    Dig it in person
    Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons
    Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee
    Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities
    Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate
    Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk
    My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless
    For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions
    Well sure my crown is formed of thorns
    Yea but my thorns are formed of sound
    And I have found sound will keep me warm
    When the mornings born with frozen ground
    Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards cleared
    I mean from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers
    When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire
    Mistook for aspiring third world poster children
    But is inserted ghost with dealin
    Dead to administer links like chief then whats your forte
    Devil dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes
    Friend it don't take the wise this minute triplicate pace unified
    I don't condone the blasphemy naturally its procreation
    From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones
    Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones
    Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons
    All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room
    Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums
    Fuck hugging my cool
    The edginess readies the mock knock quick draw hence the duel
    The company of similars couldn't excite the motor
    But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh
    One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire
    Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant
    Stuck in the pluck in the haul buzzing the fuzzing televison mixer
    Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed
    Pick of the litter, litter of the pick
    Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom
    There's ample room
    Stowaways inside the cargo bed
    Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet
    Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms
    And termite swarms are commonplace
    I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase
    I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence
    But I also know its ratio the bad don't feed my confidence
    The nutrients will be intense circle
    The clues units of success being personal
    Then sucked basic diversion
    Rusty anchor budget for nothing
    Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern
    I can't believe I'm still concerned
    I can't believe side children turn in their sleep over one-liners
    Well I yield to hear your burns
    Color me out of my skull draggin a wagon of creature features
    And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers
    Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless
    Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance
    Got em out, killing machines turn belly up
    Buckled, the troubles I've seen
    Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers
    Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter
    Justified the germs burn cauterize the gashes after
    On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch
    On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night
    Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire
    But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral
    Born for one task indeed
    To spoil the citizen kane emote self this ugly duckling seed
    Look I aint too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seeds
    When the reapers turns mortals to caspers
    See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimmick the null
    Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons
    Stand of a many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly
    Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents
    In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished
    Managed to carve initials in the granite wall the damned it all up
    I hung with cats that do the donts
    Cats that forage through the moats
    Hoping they open with soveriegnty and a cantine deemed with prodigies
    I love the wake, the watch, the walk, the work
    The well its almost six o'clock
    I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)

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